[Intro] Yeah Mm, mm Yh yh Bounce, bounce [Hook] Every time I move, whole room freeze like an amber light Bass hit low, then my waist start tellin’ you the truth on sight Hands on me, they readin’ like braille when I slide all night You can’t cap vibes when the spine talk fluent and the hips don’t lie Every time I move, whole room freeze like an amber light Bass hit low, then my waist start tellin’ you the truth on sight Hands on me, they readin’ like braille when I slide all night You can’t cap vibes when the spine talk fluent and the hips don’t lie [Verse 1] Walk in, sound bend, rhythm on my silhouette Body write novels that your fingers ain’t underline yet Tempo on demon, I’m a metronome in baguettes Waistline do sermons, have you sweatin’ out your v-necks 808 jump, now the floor feel trampoline Back arch, frame turn a band into gasoline Tongue tied boy, try speak, but his words lean ‘Cause my sway talk louder than his whole meme team Club lights blink Morse code on my outline Every little dip is a landmine, countdown I don’t say much, I just pivot on the downbeat Spine hit a curve make the whole city crown me Glide on the offbeat, ankles in a figure-eight Every lil roll, write a verse in your cardiac I ain’t gotta text back, baby, I just rotate Pelvis like a prophet, all facts when I orchestrate Pop, lock, reset, loop it like a drum pack Whispers in the booth, “How she move like that?” I’m the cheat code hidden in a hi-hat trap When I coil, sound stretch, space-time collapse [Hook] Every time I move, whole room freeze like an amber light Bass hit low, then my waist start tellin’ you the truth on sight Hands on me, they readin’ like braille when I slide all night You can’t cap vibes when the spine talk fluent and the hips don’t lie Every time I move, whole room freeze like an amber light Bass hit low, then my waist start tellin’ you the truth on sight Hands on me, they readin’ like braille when I slide all night You can’t cap vibes when the spine talk fluent and the hips don’t lie [Verse 2] Jersey bounce double-time, drill in the undertone Left-right switch, turn the club to a pressure zone Body language fluent, conversation in a slow moan You gon’ need Rosetta just to follow how the curve flown Soft voice, hard bass, contrast cinematic Lashes blink, your heartbeat go erratic Touch on my waistline, algorithm panic You just went viral off a waist-length graphic Dream-state fog, but the motion still crystal Every lil sway set alarms like a missile Heatwave aura got the AC fickle When I bend low, whole block turn scribble Clouded off the loop but I step so precise Feet say drill, but the hips say paradise I don’t do average, I don’t roll dice Every lil circle put a king on ice Midnight silk on a frame like a canvas Spin on the spot, whole room feel enchanted I don’t chase love, it get caught where I’m planted You chase me, trip when the bass get accented [Pre-Hook] Side to side, I confide with no caption Vibe so loud, no need for interaction Beat in my spine, that’s a fatal attraction Truth in the sway, all facts in the action [Hook] Every time I move, whole room freeze like an amber light Bass hit low, then my waist start tellin’ you the truth on sight Hands on me, they readin’ like braille when I slide all night You can’t cap vibes when the spine talk fluent and the hips don’t lie Every time I move, whole room freeze like an amber light Bass hit low, then my waist start tellin’ you the truth on sight Hands on me, they readin’ like braille when I slide all night You can’t cap vibes when the spine talk fluent and the hips don’t lie [Bridge] Slow roll, let it talk, no overdub Waistline preach in the middle of the club All your little words get erased when I strut Truth in the swing every time I cut up Spin back, reload, let the loop confess Hands on the rail of my denim, obsessed Every small tilt make your whole soul stretch I don’t say “love,” but your pulse say “yes” [Verse 3] Uptown cold but my motion bring tropics Heat in the sway turn the snow to hydraulics When I step out, city feel like comics Frames freeze, angles feel bionic Liquor in your cup, but my rhythm got you drunker Waistline chant make a choir out of hunters Silent when I walk, but the echo got thunder Every little curve rearrange your number I’m a soft hum over 16 shells Sugar in my tone, but the bass raise hell One little twist make a grown boy melt You can gauge truth by the way that it felt Left hip whisper, right hip translate Backbone syncopate, floor vibrate I don’t tell lies ‘cause the body don’t fake Every little drop mean the ground might break R&B halo on a drill-type bounce Angel in the face, but the waist pronounce Melody sweet, but the pivot renounce Every step cost, better watch your accounts [Hook] yh yh
